The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


42. XLII


She left me go and I stepped back to get a good look at her. Her looks hadn't changed since the last time I saw her. She still had her long brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Her voice was the same. Literally everything about her was the same. Physically, she was stronger and a tad taller than me. She chuckled at the awestruck expression and said, "It took you all long enough to freaking find me." Rage storms through my body. She knew that it would take this long. And  how could I have forgotten her sarcasm? Carmen continued, "I know what you're thinking... how could a little old woman like me still look like I'm in college? But I'll explain all that later.." Enraged I yell, " No. I did not almost die twice and look for you for half the year to have you 'explain it later'! I want you to explain it now." She stared at me and smiles. She freaking smiles. She was always a bitch. She says, "I understand that you are angry but I want you to relax. Eat some food. Sleep. My guard outside the door will take you and help you through the town and show you were everything is and when your ready we will have a chat. I want to talk to Jason first so the guard will now take you to your new home." She motioned the guard and he took me by the arm and led me out of the room. 

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